The Walrus has is an amazingly illuminating photo essay of military latrine graffiti taken in Kuwait by Steve Featherstone. It takes a direct approach to the very interesting subject of criticizing nefarious, misguided public policy decisions in the pooper.
The bathroom is a strange place, it's intimate but public. everything you do in there is private, but yet, it lingers on after you've left. I have always admired people who have the huevos to voice their opinion through the written word, even if it's while you're parked on the shitter. Even though these guys are generally not that articulate, hell, they're ballsy, admirably so. I also appreciate their deep emotional tirades depicting the discomfort and frustration that they feel due to being trapped in the friggin' desert, just waiting for someone to stroll by with a strap-on bomb and blow them to bits. My heart truly goes out to these guys; tragically waiting to die for oil.
I wonder how they'll feel when they come home and find that gas has gone up more than $2.00 a gallon since Bush stole the presidency. Blood money, right in the Bush/Cheney bank.My favorite highlight though is the frowning face over which is non-ironically written, "It smells like shit in here."
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